Hi,
I often dream about school and schoolfriends, but this was special:

I was at my school. I went inside a classroom, where I knew my old class would be; I had to repeat a year due to my bad grades, so my, at that point, regular class would have been my new, but now I visited my old class; I saw some of my old friends, but as well I saw many I didn't recognize. I took a seat at a desk in the back of the room, in a great distance to the teacher's desk. I did not recognize the pupils at the desk besides me, they were not my old friends, they seemed to be younger. I think the teacher did arrive, but I'm not sure. I, and as it seemed, the others as well, didn't pay much attention to the teacher. I then became somehow uncomfortable and moved from the desk I seated at to a desk behind it, where I sat alone.
   Then a figure entered the scene near me: A very old woman, wrinkled face, wearing a dark-grey coat with many holes in it, holes which looked liked burnt-out; her outer appearance was like that of a many years homeless drunkard, or a witch of old illustrations, but I, nevertheless, felt, she was an important person. She asked me about my date of birth. I worried "Why give a stranger my personal data?!" and answered her, giving her a wrong date; at the same time, I knew she would give me a negative respond, and, independently from that, I corrected my answer and gave her my real birth date. She said: "Terrible". Then she laid both of her hands on my head from behind, and the classroom scene vanished, and faded into a blurry gray, and I had the feeling of falling. This feeling of falling wasn't uncomfortable at all, but most relieving. I realized I could let go all of my worries, and I did, feeling more and more relieved from all pressures, until I very softly, gradually, awoke to physical consciousness in my bed.

Spooky

Hi Bets,
it was a strange figure, this old woman, but I sensed she knew what she was doing. She wasn't a drunkard, indeed, she just looked like, outwardly. And her clothing, and her overall appearance, I think, was not just from neglect, but was showing something from herself or her task (or from my unconscious to my consciousness).

Ah yes, I haven't tried the "go-back-there" method yet. With dreams it is more difficult than with mind-journeys I've found.

Spooky